A few days ago I woke up and things seemed to fly at me so fast my brain couldn’t catch it all as fast as if was coming. My aunt came back from Georgia and so, mom wanted me to get my hair straightened that day since she claimed it would be easier. I hadn’t woken up until around noon but she was washing the car and had me on the phone with my aunt, discussing what to do my hair.

For those who don’t know, I’m half black so my hair? It’s one of the big things I have to maintain if I don’t want to look like I’m bringing the 70’s back. Starting the beginning of next week, I will be starting the training to get my official lifeguard license, which may open my horizons for where I could work. Even though I have been working already as a Jr. Lifeguard, I haven’t been getting paid so the job would more than help out the possibilities of everything. I finally stopped my mom from trying to get me to check out job fairs that have nothing to do with what I want to do or life guarding, which started to seriously piss me off.

I would be in the middle of role-playing or research for the novel I’m trying to write and chapter by chapter will be posted on this site. But to me, she would pester me and when I would snap, she would yell at me for getting angry or annoyed. The training will start bright and early at eight or nine in the morning and lasts for eight hours with a break for us to get something to eat (which I still have to figure out what the hell I’m going to do about food) and I try to remain optimistic about this even though I know I will be exhausted and tired when I get home.

But on the way to get my hair done, my mom was actually talking about getting me a car and how to get one. I mean, I’ve heard the damn responsibility speech for each time I mess up and it’s over trivial things, things that honestly? No one should work themselves up over. She gave me the speech over $1.50 tacos that weren’t in the TO GO bag! She drove all the way back to the place and had me go in and get them. Hassle much? This same woman is trying to root for getting me a car, more specifically, a dependable jeep.

I’m not going into the detail but she admitted that I have been showing responsibility but cautioned me that I should keep it up. Always that caution right? A girl can take what she can get though.

Yesterday I went to the Zoo with my besty and let me tell you, two girls with ADHD + ZOO = FUN TO OBLIVIAN! ^-^ We were with eachother from 11 AM to about 9 PM and even though I was sad the day was over, I was glad to spend time with a girl for once instead of my ex.

Thinking about him makes me miss me soldier and worry about his dumbass. I really do miss him and hope I get another letter from him soon. It’s like when I go into the living room and see a letter waiting for me I’m just like a little kid that sees the toy she’s been waiting for, for what felt like forever. It’s like, “-snatches- Mine!!!! –runs into room and reads it-” I know it sounds childish but he’s the only guy really who hasn’t shattered me. I don’t think he’s even hurt me.

God I seriously need to stop thinking about him so much… and I need sleep. -_-